Monday, September 29, 2014

a (sub) space of her own

I have a dream.
I love to make art, to create, to paint and to take pictures.
I am lucky to be building a shed to house my dream.
This will be a space for me and my art.
A space where I am free to create.
It will be a space of peace and reflection.
Every girl needs a space of her own don't you think?

photographer unknown

Sunday, September 28, 2014

don't stop!

'Don't stop touching yourself.'

The car whizzed through the countryside. Her dress pulled up to her hips, her fingers working her clit. He drove the car looking for the right place to stop. He was going to fuck her, His girl. She worked her clit, she was getting closer and hotter.

He found it! he backed the car in amongst the trees and getting out He walked to her side of the car and opened the door. She kept fingering her clit.


She found it hard.


"Get out!"

He pulled her and she slid her bare feet down out of the high 4WD to the cool earth.

"On your knees."

She dropped to her knees as He pulled his hard cock from His jeans and pushed it into her mouth.

"Open, take it!"

Her tongue tasted His excitement, His salt, His precum. She worked His cock. Her throat took Him as deeply as he demanded. She gagged on His hardness.

He pulled her up by her hair and spun her, bending her over the front seat. He entered her wetness, her heat grew. His hand pulled at her breasts, taking them from the bra that held them tight, squeezing until she yelped. Fucking her hard, He took His pleasure. Used His girl. She was naked in the afternoon sun and the gentle breeze. When He was finished with her, she felt like the cat who had caught the canary. She was drifting with contentment for being His fuck slave. 2011 via ftloas photo gallery

Friday, September 19, 2014

a little slut for the 'good girl'

A funny thing happened on the way to the laundry.

The girl, His girl was in a tile shop picking out some lovely little things.
The man helping had an exceptionally deep and dominant voice, respectful and smooth.
The asked him for permission to take a tile as a sample.
His policy was unfortunately in the negative to what the girl hoped.
She asked politely if she might buy a tile and return it if it wasn't suitable.
He didn't keep this tile supplied.
She asked if she might borrow his sample tiles if she returned them within 3/4 of an hour.
The man said in that deep smooth voice.
"I would be open to that."
The girl was surprised but thanked him every much and said,
"I promise I will return the tiles unharmed as soon as I have seen them in the space I want them to go."
Then it was said, those words that make this girl quiver...

"Good girl."

Oh my!!! Thought the girl. Could he see her blush? Could he see her quiver? He wasn't even her Sir, her Daddy! Did he know? Could he see who she was?

Just when the girl was beginning to doubt her commitment in her own submission, a stranger reminded her she was fully present in it.